The Gift Of The Terek (Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Poems)
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
With winged footsteps now I hastenUnto the far cold North away,Kasbek,--thou watchman of the East,To thee, my farewell greetings say!Since ...
"...Cold and regretless shalt thou view this sphere,Where crime's inseparable from fate,Where beauty only blossoms to grow sear,Where all is ...
Clouds--ye eternal wanderers in hunting grounds of air,High o'er the verdant Steppes, wide through the blue of heaven--Coursing fraternal,--say, must ...
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